Morning Menace

Luke got up this morning at 6:45, and Holly arrived to care for him at 8:30. In the time in between, he managed to trap himself under his sheet protector in his crib (which of course I promptly removed), get the rubber tip from a doorstopper into his mouth before being caught, knock over a trash can, get stuck under Myla's bed, and nearly escape from his bouncy seat (can't use that any more either). He also spit up three times.

My hairdresser also has a little boy and she was telling me that boys have more testosterone in their system before age 1 than they do at any other time in their lives, relative to their size. If testosterone = trouble, then I believe it.